I just really need some spideypool identity porn now. I can’t be the only one who craves a fic where Wade and Peter meet as civilians and fall for each other, right? Or say a fic that starts like that, but Peter soon realizes he’s dating Deadpool (Deadpool has a one of a kind personality after all), which may or may not lead to angst on Peter’s part. Meanwhile, Wade is falling hard for this Peter guy. Like Wade would share his chimichangas with this guy and put on his best French maid outfit for Peter if Peter asked. Hell, he’d wash his suit every other day if Peter asked (well, maybe for a week or two he would).
So there’s all that stuff, and then of course villain of the week attacks and Peter is right there in the middle of it but can’t do his spider-man thing because he’s Peter right then and there’s no place for him to change into costume.
Wade is at home in his underwear and eating waffles when he sees what’s happening on the news. And at first he’s just watching for entertainment and then the camera cuts to Peter and Wade is grabbing his katana and running out the door in his underwear to go save his “baby boy.”
Imagine Deadpool trying to pick out a Halloween costume for you.
Your cell made a chiming noise, indicating that you were receiving a text message. Smiling, because you knew it was your boyfriend Wade.
Hey, sweet buns. How about this?
Wade’s message was sent along with a picture and when you click on it you let out a loud groan. Halloween was coming up and Wade practically graveled on his knees begging you to let him pick out your outfit. After a few days of pure annoyance from your spandex wearing boyfriend, you finally agreed. Now you were on day three of these photo messages, which included over sexy costumes of regular occupations and things.
This time Wade had sent you a photo of a sexy Pikachu. PIKACHU!
You quickly type out a message that was plain and simple: NO WAY WADE.
My inaugural post for @mag7week! I’ve been wanting to write something like this for a while, and this was the perfect opportunity! It seems to be the consensus around our little fandom that despite Vasquez’s status as “The Outlaw,” he’s a good guy. I wanted an interaction between him and Charlie Prince (from 2007′s 3:10 to Yuma), an outlaw who is decidedly less cuddly. So to that end, I wrote this little pet project. The title is from the song “Hang Me, Oh Hang Me” from the Inside Llewyn Davis soundtrack.
Three weeks of riding, and looking over his shoulder. Now he sat in some piss
hole just beyond the New Mexico territory where only degenerates would gather. Or so Vasquez
hoped. He would continue north. It was not a question.
Peter Parker gradually falls for Wade’s dubious charms. They have a lot of hang ups and kinks to negotiate, but with sex this hot, Peter can’t help wanting more. Erotica with significant plot and relationship development.
Peter’s known Wade for a while now, so he can maybe see how this makes sense – like, maybe Wade has a thing about going commando and just happened to have an old girlfriend’s panties lying around, one thing led to another…but…
Sometimes Peter is surprised by the things that Wade thinks about.
“Seriously. Being inside you like this, it’s just, like we really trust each other because have you ever really thought about what having sex is like? You’re letting me put part of myself inside of your body? And we never think that’s a big deal, but that’s a pretty big deal because sometimes when you put things in people’s bodies, they die. Like knives.”
Wade naked was a sight to behold; something akin to the traumatised beauty of broken glass, a burnt out forest, a dilapidated building. Or so Peter thought as Wade stripped away his costume and headed to the bathroom.
High school was full of idiots. The thing about being mute was that most people assumed you were also deaf. And when they thought you were deaf they also assumed that it was enough for them to speak really loudly and slowly in order for you to hear them. Idiots, right?
Oh this was bad. So so soooo bad. He was totally not okay and totally in love with Deadpool. The Merc with a Mouth. Wade fucking Wilson. Shit shit shit. Peter wanted to die and he was seriously considering throwing himself off of this roof. Gods, what was he going to do? Why Deadpool? Maybe he was losing his mind. Yeah, that had to be the answer. Peter had to be fucking crazy.
The story of how Peter Parker realized that he was in love with Wade Wilson and kind of freaks out about it.
There are rules, damn it. Number one: never sneak up on Peter while he’s napping or he will end up on the ceiling. Number two: stop trying to get in Peter’s pants. Wade stops listening after that one because he doesn’t like rules.
Wade’s hanging by one leg from the firescape outside Peter’s seventh floor apartment, katanas sheathed on his back and a gun on each thigh - but he’s frozen like a deer in the headlights, as if Peter poses some sort of threat, standing like an idiot at the open window in sweatpants and no shirt, only a flashlight and a thin smattering of chest hair to defend himself.
Secrets: Peter is not really sure when he met Wade Wilson for the first time, but he’s sure Wade was around for some time now. He does remember when they had first real talk, though. Peter tried to fool a bartender with his horrible attempt for a false ID and failed miserably. He didn’t really want drink that much, but he was angry at uncle Ben for still treating him as a little kid and this was suppose to help.
It didn’t work out well, bartender laughed at him and if that wasn’t humiliating enough, he offered him a glass of coke. Wade was the douche who laughed quietly from the table closest to them, nursing his own drink. Surprisingly, he also bought said soda and Peter ended up sitting across the table from him, talking about nothing (more like listening to Wade’s craziness) for next three hours.